#nowitsclear

“It’s getting tiresome, actually.”  Boreal was laying on some sort of furniture, turning his head towards a stallion sitting across from him. The Stallion was writing down some sort of notes as Boreal spoke. “I’ve wondered why all this abnormal stuff happens to me for years. As in, ‘what did I do to have this happen to me?’ or something like, ‘What made me so special?’” The Stallion, clearly a doctor of some sort with his degrees hanging from the walls, took off his glasses and looked at Boreal. “Boreal, I think you’re right. Sometimes things happen to us, good or bad, and we really can’t explain why it happened to us specifically. But I’ll have you know that there are answers. It may take years to discover them, but they’re there.”

Boreal stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity, his mind blasting new thoughts into him. He sat up, moving into an upright position, and looked at the Stallion. “I’ve been stuck in this Dream World for two years now. You wanna tell me how to get out? That’d be a great answer.” Boreal stood up and struck the Doctor’s face with a fast left swing. The Doctor fell to the floor. Tiny drops of blood came down from the Doctor’s nose. “Hehe...you think I could tell you? Guess what, boy, you’re wrong. I know just as much as you do.” The Doctor laughing maniacally in a hushed tone. “Liar!” Boreal kicked the Doctor in the stomach. “I know you’re one of those things keeping me here. You gave it away too obviously, you worthless scrap of scum.” Boreal kicked the Doctor a few more times before- “Wait wait wait, ok, ok. I’ll tell you *cough, hack* what I know.” Boreal helped the Doctor into the chair and sat across from him.”

“I know how you can get out. They told me that you’re here to get stronger. Lose your fear. Become one with yourself.” “Oh not this shit again.” Boreal began mimicking the Doctor’s voice. “Oh, why don’t I just hold hands with the world and tell them I can accomplish anything. Philosophical shit this and philosophical bullshit that. I’m sick of hearing it. I just want to get out of here. There’s a science to this place, and I intend on finding out what it is.” The Doctor sighed. “Honestly, I’m sick of this too. They stuck me with you for this long and I’m tired. I’ve got a family too.” The Doctor drew a key from his pocket and hoofed it over to Boreal. “Here. This key opens the vault in the back of my office. It has the serum that will wake you up. We left you in some back ally in Las Pegasus. But they’ll be coming back for you, Boreal. Be cautious.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why do you think you didn’t attack me? You physically can’t move.” The Doctor’s eyes grew wide and he started breathing erratic. “Wait, wait, wait, don’t leave me here. Come on, man. I gotta leave too! Stop, no, come back.” The Doctor’s legs had been paralyzed from the kicks Boreal delivered. Boreal moved through the back door, turned around, and poked his head through the door, looking at the Doctor. “Catch ya later, Doc!” Boreal slammed the door closed. “NO STOP COME BACK NOW I DEMAND IT” The Doctor began screaming violently and flailing his forelegs. “GET BACK HERE NOW YOU SHIT I’LL F*CKING KILL YOU. WITH COSMOS AS MY WITNESS, YOU WILL DIE.”